Sunday, March 31, 2013
It sprinkled on us a little bit. The sky was very cloudy. Toward our farthest point, there were some big rocks that made great seats, and we ate our sandwiches. We also shared a strawberry tootsie roll pop. "Is it okay if I bite it?" I asked Ming. He said yes. I ate all the tootsie roll part.
There were a lot of stink bugs. Last time we were on the trail, there was a lot of poop, so we called it Poop Canyon. This time it was Stink Bug Canyon. I told Ming there was a stink bug party up on the mountain, and all the stink bugs were trying to get there.
Our friend told us to read Song of Solomon to one another. So we took a Bible with us. But we never read.
This morning, hard boiled eggs for breakfast, on toast, my traditional Easter breakfast. We'll go to mass at 10.
Saturday, March 30, 2013
Las Vegas Catholic Worker
"It's lovely," he said.
We are still in Nevada. We are in Las Vegas for a few more days. This morning we served the hungry with Las Vegas Catholic Worker. I am still trying to figure out whether I'm a Catholic Worker. The name is unfortunate because you don't have to be Catholic. They are anarchists, my favorite.
Today we were lucky because someone was doing handprints. J said, "If you haven't done a handprint yet, come over here." He painted our left hands, which felt good. Ming did purple, and I did yellow. Then we pressed our painted hands against the fence, wrote our names and the date in permanent marker, but we put the date as yesterday. This is on a wooden fence outside Las Vegas Catholic Worker.
We helped stir huge pots of breakfast stew, which we couldn't eat because it has ham in it, then served at the serving site. I drank some pretend lemonade and ate a croissant which mysteriously emerged from the bread bucket. (I have served bread before and never once saw a croissant.) We drank cold tea too.
Then we headed back to help dishwash. I dipped the pots and utensils in sanitizing water after they had been washed and rinsed. Ming dried. "Am I neglecting you?" I asked because he was on the end, and I seemed to be handing the pots and utensils to the other workers instead of him. He assured me that he was not feeling neglected.
peace walk stats
I wanted to let you know how much Ming and I walked on the Sacred Pace Walk this year. Well, last year we walked separately. This year we walked almost every step side by side, holding hands. It was good.
Sunday--ten miles on the Strip
Monday--seven miles? through the desert
Tuesday--five miles? through the desert
Thursday--seven miles through the desert, all pre-lunch (7:10 to 1:10 or so)
Friday--half a mile
So we walked almost 30 miles, which is almost half of all total miles. I was telling Ming that ten miles in one day is pretty badass, for me. And even seven miles, when it's through the desert, no shade, and uphill (because it's uphill to the test site) is pretty badass too.
ps Ming notes that we're at a higher elevation here too, so it's harder than walking at home. That makes our stats more impressive.
Friday, March 29, 2013
peace walk day six
I was telling Ming how Sacred Peace Walk this year was a very mixed experience for me. There were really good and really bad moments. I wasn't dazzled like last year, when everything was new and I didn't know what was going to happen. Last year I was kind of knocked on my ass by everything, in a good way or mostly-good way. This year I was mellower. I was also struggling more socially this year. I made some friends, but I kept some distance too.
I want to thank everyone who made the Peace Walk possible for me through your donations. I have thanked most of you individually already. But I wanted to thank you here. Thank you.
I'm even more sunburned than yesterday. Ming's birthday is today. He has received lots of good birthday wishes. I baked him a cake. It's probably almost cool now, and I need to frost it.
Happy good Friday! Happy birthday, Ming! I love you.
peace walk day five
Wednesday, March 27, 2013
peace walk day four
Someone said goodbye to us today. She had to go home to New York early. She was crying a lot and gave me a long, cuddly hug. I love her, but I barely know her. That's what peace walking is like. She was full of enthusiasm, and I heard her exclaim joyfully about many things. I will miss her.
This morning we vigiled at Creech Air Force Base where pilots fly drones. The drones kill people. It's wrong. There are civilian casualties, civcas. My friends got arrested. I was concerned for them. Another friend was not arrested but talked to a cop who was riding a horse. They had a good conversation, I heard later. I was worried about him with the love of a relative. Peace walking is splendid that way.
They staged a die in. Someone had a pretend drone and went around pretending to kill the others. They fell to the ground. Then other activists drew chalk outlines around the bodies. It was a great performance. The Native American spiritual person and his friends drummed loudly. It was a climactic few moments. I had mixed emotions. I was happy and worried at the same time.
There's so much more I could say, but it's hard to explain, especially when I'm in a livingroom of a guesthouse at a Goddess temple and everyone's talking. So bye for now!
Oh, I wanted to say I was scared of cops, I was scared of the military photographer, I don't like being flipped off, but someone told me it's halfway to a peace sign, the one-fingered salute. Tomorrow we walk more, and Friday more of us will get arrested. Will I be one of them? Tune in on Friday night to find out.
Tuesday, March 26, 2013
peace walk day...three
Last night we slept out in the middle of the desert. We camped by the side of the freeway, and it was fun. This morning we had a sunrise ceremony led by a Native American spiritual person. Ming and I were late. Then we had a hug around. It was good to hug everybody present. Everyone's nice. There were some good hugs.
Now we're at the goddess temple, and I'm using Ming's computer, and I'm having connectivity issues. I'm typing this into a text editor and we'll paste it into blogger once we have good internet. I'm eating some everything crackers. Other people are unloading a truck. Somehow if I'm using a computer I can get out of unloading the truck?
This morning I talked to my friend R who lives in Pittsburgh. I called her from my tent after breakfast while Ming was helping repair someone's foot. She told me knowledge isn't power because she understands her situation fully but can't fix it.
How many of these crackers can I get away with eating?
This morning we walked very little, compared to other days--just a few miles. I want to say two miles, but I tend to underestimate mileage, so maybe more like three. Three and a half?
I was getting into the tent and there was a twig where my hand went, and the twig had thorns on it, so I got a poke, which bled, and my pharmacy called, and I hate their guts, so I started crying.
Peace Walks you gotta take the good with the bad! It's the joy and the pain. It's very real.
Sunday, March 24, 2013
This year I didn't cry on the Strip. Ming held my hand. And I knew what it would be like. And I wasn't in terrible pain. (Last year my calves were cramping up.)
I got overstimulated. My brain got too full. I needed quiet. My needs don't match what the world has to give. My needs don't match everyone else's need to talk talk talk. I really like talking and listening sometimes. But not too much.
Tomorrow we go to Highway 95 to walk through the vast gorgeous desert.
I hope my body recovers overnight from today's ten miles.
Saturday, March 23, 2013
Anyway, tomorrow is the first day of the Sacred Peace Walk. We'll walk the Strip for peace. The first day is hard because it's in the city and we have to face a lot of Las Vegas-ness. By that I mean the stuff that makes it Sin City. I wonder how I'll fare this year.
Today we had the orientation. We talked about drones, Creech Air Force Base, the route, getting arrested. Someone called on me to speak about when I got arrested last year. I was unprepared but told a good little story. I almost cried, and people clapped. The orientation is full of info and light on stories.
I am thinking about how important stories are, to me, and the relationship between stories and gender and how people think differently--I am tutoring someone who thinks in a way that I don't understand, sometimes. The people who think in big abstract ways and the people who need a lot of examples.
Ming used to confuse me a lot, the way he talked, but now we communicate well. I don't know if we met halfway or if one of us changed for the other.
So most everybody's here, and I've met a lot of new people, but I'm not really freaking out. I was talking about it with Ming yesterday, and he said I'd be okay. "Because I can always dissociate?" I asked.
Candies and Whims
There's the link if you would like to see if you want to contribute.
Thursday, March 21, 2013
We're listening to yoga music, and I'm working. I'm trying to perfect my recitation of a Sanskrit prayer said before eating.
Brahmarpanam Brahma Havir
Brahmaiva Tena Ghantavyam
Hari Om Tat Sat
The act of offering is God, the oblation is God
By God it is offered into the Fire of God
God is That which is to be attained by the person
who performs action pertaining to God
This prayer is common in my sect. I love it though I have not said it enough to have it memorized yet. I know the rhythm and sound of it but not all the words. I called Swami tonight to ask what "Hari Om Tat Sat" means. Hari is a very dense word, and Om is a sound-symbol that can't be translated. Tat Sat means "That only is true."
Wednesday, March 20, 2013
We bought a speaker for my mp3 player so we could listen to music on the trip. The worker at Fry's said the charge would last five hours, but I think he was making that number up because I think it's been speaking for about seven.
I should be working, but I think I'm going to print out my packing list and pack.
Tuesday, March 19, 2013
"It's like a remote control plane that kills people," I said. Ming was on the phone, so I couldn't get his help.
"So there's no person in it?" she asked.
"What'd you say?" I asked. Her accent confused me.
"So there's no person in it?" she asked.
"Right," I said. "No one's in it."
She thanked me and kept walking with her friend. She had a large mark on her face, possibly a birthmark.
Sunday, March 17, 2013
Here's a sticker by the co-op, right around the corner from the one I posted a few days ago. Same person?
That's borage in our garden.
And here's blue-eyed grass outside the Fremont Community Garden. Used to love that stuff when I worked at the Santa Barbara Botanic Garden.
Saturday, March 16, 2013
how to depress yourself / how to happify yourself
We went for a walk as we waited, and I liked being in a different neighborhood than usual. We saw a lot of cigar wrappers--I noted that I see a lot of cigar wrappers on the ground but no one smoking cigars. I told Ming how when you smoke a cigar, you're not supposed to inhale.
We have been getting a ton of oyster mushrooms from our yard. A friend asked me to mail her some of the mushroom medium. "If I send you a ziplock bag, will you do it?" she asked.
Work started Thursday, and I am making myself a little crazy--just a little--by working too much in order to make up for days I'll miss.
What would you do with a glut of oyster mushrooms? Mushrooms on toast? We already did mushroom stroganoff. I was thinking a stirfry with mushrooms and cabbage and onion, but that just doesn't sound good right now. I had food bank cornflakes for lunch anyway.
How to depress yourself: google ex-classmates and see how they've all published books and you're scoring standardized tests for peanuts.
How to happify yourself: google pictures of Chaitanya, like this one.
Thursday, March 14, 2013
Wednesday, March 13, 2013
food from the garden to the table
Here's what Ming harvested while I was at art therapy.
And here's the curried collard greens and mushrooms with beans we made for dinner.
words from the self to the self
tulips and camellias
Last night was food bank food giveaway. It was okay. Among many, many other things, we got some black-eyes peas. We got some canned chicken which we gave to a neighbor.
Yesterday Ming ran a tool care workshop. I helped. I was helpful. Go me!
Monday, March 11, 2013
plant life / fungus life
Saturday, March 09, 2013
Friday, March 08, 2013
thrumming with gratitude
Monday, March 04, 2013
Roll Up Your Sleeves
But it's about DIY and features a band I like, Ghost Mice. It's only 27 minutes.
Sunday, March 03, 2013
curried collard greens with beans
We get half & half at food giveaways and are like, "What do we do with this stuff?" other than make instant mashed potatoes with it. So I looked up half & half recipes, I think, or somehow came across the above recipe, which I amended a lot.
lots of collard greens Ming picked fresh from the backyard
can of tomato sauce
can of white kidney beans, drained
half & half
Slice the collard greens into ribbons. Saute them in some canola oil until they're cooked. Then add the onion, garlic, and ginger. Saute until they're cooked too. (Maybe they should have gone in the other way around--oh well, still worked out great.) Add the curry powder and tomato sauce and beans. Mix. Turn off the heat and add some half & half. I guessed at half a cup and added more until the color looked good.
The tomato sauce is salty, but I did add some salt to my food on my plate. And we had a little leftover plain white rice in the fridge, so I heated that up and we ate it over rice.
And it was so good! We kept saying how it was so good while we ate it. And I said I would eat it once a week. I think collard greens and beans are really good for us. The half & half isn't, but it does make the whole dish very delicious.
Saturday, March 02, 2013
Here's a very repetitive article about city oranges.
Friday, March 01, 2013
I read four poems during the open mic part. I was very brave. We were up late. It was fun.